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- Oh, yes. Always.

I feel like crying.

So do I.

- I want us to be husband and wife.

- Yes.

With this ring...

...I thee wed.

With this ring,

I thee wed you, Richard.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- And now we're...

- One.

Forever.

Look.

Lilli, hurry! The signal fire!

What if they're heathens?

I'm frightened.

Maybe we shouldn't light the fire.

Let's see who they are first.

Eight people.

The one in the light covering

may be a woman.

Woman?

Watch them.

They may not be civilized.

Civilized.

C-l-V-l-L-l-Z-l-D.

Remember what Mother said

about a firm handshake.

My name is Richard.

We've been waiting for you

for a long time.

I'm Lilli, and I'm ready

to go back to civilization.

What?

I am Captain Jacob Hilliard,

master of the Tradewind.

And we...

Is this your land?

Yes. My house is there.

We're in need of fresh water.

Our casks are fouled.

Will you grant us permission

to come ashore?

Yes. You are welcome here.

Cover yourself,

and I'll get my daughter.

- Does that binding choke you?

- No, certainly not.

Well, yes, sometimes.

I'd appreciate it if you'd...

How do you catch fish with that spear?

It's not a spear, mate.

- What is it?

- It's a rifle.

Blow a man's head right off.

Castaways! How exciting!

They're an odd mixture of

knowledge and ignorance.

Oh, and their attire

is a little bit...

Well, it's quite sparse.

Is anything wrong?

The colour. It's the same as the sky.

Pure silk.

With my compliments.

And for your brother.

Oh, he's not my brother.

He's my husband.

Your husband?

Mother died six years ago.

- How do you follow the years?

- She taught us.

We know that 12 full moons

are one year.

We have Christmas, Thanksgiving

and Easter.

We're not sure they're

on the right days.

It's amazing, the two of you...

...in this remote, godforsaken place.

Not godforsaken, Captain Hilliard.

Not godforsaken at all.

You do set an excellent table.

My compliments to the chef.

They've made their own dinnerware.

Cups, soup spoons. Ingenious.

- Won't Mr. Quinlan be joining us?

- He's a seafarer...

...and prefers to be by himself.

I see why you've been lost

for so long.

- The charts don't show this island.

- It's a wonder we found you.

Heathens come to the north side

at certain times.

There's a burial ground there.

This is ever so tasty. A great treat

from the slop we eat on the ship.

What is it?

Eel broth.

Eel?

Well, only the broth is eel.

The little white chunks

are sea urchin.

We appreciate your hospitality

and hope we can repay you.

You can.

You can take us back to civilization.

I should think.

It must be awfully boring here.

What is the meaning of "boring"?

Well, boring is when you have

nothing whatever to do.

So you're bored.

Like you must be here.

No. We're never bored.

Boots and a shirt...

...and a coat and trousers.

I'll let Sylvia explain

the female garments.

Well, carry on.

Buttons!

I remember buttons on Mother's dress.

It's Irish lace.

Richard, turn your head.

I'm showing her a foundation garment.

Although there isn't much

you haven't seen.

- What does it do?

- It goes around the waist, like this.

And then cinch the drawstring.

Don't look yet, Richard.

I'm showing Lillian my secrets.

Look.

This is velvet plush.

And these are silver.

So smooth.

Hairbrush and combs. Powder puff.

Rouge and powder.

Lavender water.

Musk-rose perfume.

And a hand mirror.

You're pretty,

except for the hue of your skin.

But we can fix that.

What's wrong with my skin?

It's tainted brown.

We'll lighten it with lemon juice.

Why?

You don't want people to think

you're a field hand, do you?

No.

- Worse than fish fat.

- It's quite costly.

Well, look at you.

You do look handsome

in your boulevard suit.

So handsome.

Do you think I've applied

too much rouge?

No. I think it's beautiful.

Well, thank you, kind sir.

Well...

All powder and paint

with nothing to do.

- We could go outside and count stars.

- Is that what you do here at night?

Sometimes we count stars.

Sometimes we sing.

- Sometimes we mate, sometimes we sleep.

- Mate?!

- Yes.

- Do you mate often?

Whenever we want to.

- Just like that?

- Well, yes. Yes.

Sometimes we dance.

I love to dance.

Let's show Sylvia how we dance.

Come on, you try it.

I don't call that a dance.

It's childish and simple-minded.

- What do you mean?

- Grown people don't dance like that.

Maybe we should learn

a grown-up dance.

- I shall teach you.

- Oh, will you?

It's like this.

It's naughty.

It's the Spanish polka.

Spirit's willing, flesh is weak

Kiss me, darling, on the cheek

Now do it slow.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You're a beautiful dancer, Richard.

She must mind her manners.

It's not polite to leave a guest

during a lesson.

Well, we're sorry, but she'll just

have to wait her turn.

She's gonna teach me how to mazurka.

As soon as I get it right,

I'll show you.

You lied to me.

When did I lie to you?

You told me once

that you'd never hurt me.

How did I hurt you?

When you always stare at her,

it hurts me.

I'm sorry.

It's just that she's so different.

In what way?

Well, just look at her.

The way she's all covered up.

You said you found her clothes

stupid and unnecessary.

I do.

It's just...

I wonder what she looks like

underneath all of them.

You mean you want to look at her...

...because you can't see her?

Yes.

You remember when I wanted to go to the

north side, just because I couldn't.

Yes, I do.

I also remember what almost happened

to you when you did go.

Good night, Richard.

- What have you done to yourself?

- Don't you like it?

No. Wash it off.

You don't like it on me,

but you love it on Sylvia.

Please, Lilli, let's not fight.

We promised we'd never fight.

You never eat breakfast anymore.

Are you sick?

Richard, I'm ready for my lesson now!

I promised to teach her how to fish.

Here we are together.

Out in the middle of

a beautiful fishpond.

In plain view of everyone.

So respectable.

But look at this, kind sir.

All we have to do

is lower our heads...

...and we're completely hidden

from prying eyes.

So we can do whatever we want.

- Lovely.

- Get out of here!

Come on, don't be like that.

- Richard?

- Richard!

He'll never hear you.

He'll be out playing games

with Miss Sylvia for hours.

- You're missing something. The pearl.

- What do you mean?

- The little bead in your hair.

- It's at the house.

Lilli.

It's no time to be thinking

about Lilli.

I told her I'd never hurt her.

Don't feel sorry for her.

She's had you all to herself.

- You're not hers. You're not married.

- We are.

But not really.

Made-up words in the middle of a

jungle doesn't count.

It does to me.

Why don't you just follow your heart?

She is my heart.

Where is it?

You can't just leave me here!

Very rude behaviour!

You'll never fit in civilized society!

Richard?

Get away from her!

- Came from the house.

- Get the other rifle.

No!

Get him!

Look out!

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